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Missing

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I don’t know where that poem went,
it stopped by late last night.
I swore that I would write it down
then, whoops, turned off the light.
 
I searched the pack of tumbleweed
who giggled down the street,
and checked the broken traffic light,
monotonous winking beet.
 
I thought it might be napping
in my mother’s favorite chair.
Nestled soft in golden fray,
but nope, it wasn’t there.
 
I gut myself up like a fish
and dredged the gooey lot.
I don’t know where that poem is,
but I sure know where it’s not.

Couples Therapy

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Again he sits and spits the poison words
he uses to envenomate himself.
The couch and I stuffed sick with all we’ve heard
while clock is ticking time off on the shelf.
 
A rash of irritation in my chest
that’s creeping north, a silent, noxious fog
of disdain for this asshole to my left.
Will no one halt this monologuing hog?
 
It’s forty sessions in, I finally break.
Hey, where the fuck am I? Not on this couch.
Was this the plan, Doc? Forcing me to take
up space and scream I’m here, to hear me shout?
 
Well, cue the balloons
you fucking buffoons.

Still Life: Pineapple

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Still Life Pineapple

Solid stance, broad shoulders shrug giving rise to plumes of smirked eyebrows browning from tip to root, forecasting fanciful all the same. Curious bends of green and gray shadow flightless birds, penguins and peacocks stretching wing above fractal landscapes. Oblique orange echelons, coins of scented supple skin, blending sheathes of papery starfish recasting themselves as sparrow faces, delicate upturned beaks that hunger or gossip or titter.

How can I cut you open, clumsily tearing at your feathers and spoiling your meat?